He stood very few inches taller than the seated official.

I suppose that hitherto in some way his energy had seemed to increase his inches.
"Are there handcuffs in the caboose ?" "Yes, sir." "Fetch them." In spite of Brown of Lumbwa's protests, who wept at the notion of having to eat alone, we were in the act of settling our bills and going.

But mention of handcuffs suggesting entertainment, we lit cigars and, imagining we stayed for love of him, Brown cooed at us.
"I've the darbies in my pocket, sir!" I thought the guard looked more undersized than ever.

He would have made a fair-sized middle-weight jockey.
"Tell that Greek--Coutlass his name is--to come here." With his tongue stuck into his cheek and a wink at us the guard obeyed.
"He says for you to go to 'ell, sir!" he reported after a moment's interview.
"Very well.

Arrest him!" "He'll need help," I interrupted.